The music was new black polished chrome
And came over the summer like liquid night
The DJ´s took pills to stay awake and play for seven days
They went to the studio and someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a white rag and smiling coolly drove away
He´s rich. Got a big car

My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
The shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair

Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C´mon...
I show you a good time.
This place has everything. C´mon...
I show you.